Dear Innocence

She picked up the pencil and pushed it to the paper, and on the top she scribbled "Dear Innocence." Word count; 499

Dear Innocence,

Where have you gone? You've disappeared somewhere into the depth of the ocean blue. I relish the nights we spent together, pleading mommy for one more bedtime story. I miss the nights that you held my hand and stroked my hair, keeping me safe and warm from all the outside noises and worries. I thank you for fighting off all the monsters in my closet, and never letting me down. I miss your arms around my waist, and your hand in mine. I really wish you would come home soon, because I am so lonesome. I am patient, though. My name doesn't fail me.

Love,

Patience.

A simple letter from a girl named Patience caused such turmoil in Innocence's life. Knowing that she couldn't return to the girl she once cared for destroyed her insides every day. She would give the world to be back in the girl's arms, but it would never happen.

"If only, Patience. If only." Innocence had whispered out the window, into the wind. Her words took the form of doves, and flew away into the bright, blue sky.

All Isreal held were demented men and bad memories. Because of those men and memories, Innocence no longer lived up to her name. She was saddened by the fact that she could no longer claim to be innocent herself. She had been pushing herself against a brick wall ever since she had left the household of her dear friend, Patience.

"Silly Innocence, it's too late now." She whispered again to herself.

Patience would never approve of the things those nasty men had done to Innocence. But Innocence wasn't near as strong as Patience. Patience outlasted everything, because Patience could wait it out. Innocence was, however, easy to trick. Her own childlike innocence had led her to the pain she suffered.

On the outside, everybody viewed Innocence as perfect. Amazing and flawless. But the girl hiding behind the long skirts and white blouses was not the Innocence on the inside. Innocence was dirty. Innocence was to blamed for everything.

She had become her own nightmare. The fact that she dreaded waking up and looking in the mirror scared her to death.

"If it's really true, that everybody will have to breathe somehow," Innocence started. "...I'm already dead." She said that a tad louder, her blank eyes staring at the clock over the dresser in her small bedroom.

In Innocence's world, everything was a haze. A fog. There was never a clear moment in her life, not since she moved to Isreal. Everything was constant pain and misery for her, because she was away from her true mate. Her one love. Patience.

"Patience." Whispered Innocence, one last time before her master called her to the kitchen. She stood and walked out of the room, letting the letter fall to the dusty floor. A draft of wind blew it under the small cot Innocence considered her bed - where it would never again be touched.

Author's Note

I wanted to give you guys a taste of what I tend to write; I'm new to Writer's Cafe so I have no idea what I'm doing. But I do like it so far.